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Public House Church

In hindsight it may have been a bit premature, running into what I wanted to run from.

But still, it got me to you quicker.

Any excuse to swim.

Before it got dark, and it sure goes black in the winter.

The clientele remind me of months on the dole, waiting in lines and making up lies.

And they smell a traitor.

Still, another few pence in the till saves our church for another day.

And my excuse is a valid one.

We both win.

At least I know what I’m waiting for this time.

And I think I prefer it.
Guess it’s not you anymore.

 

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Posted by on January 30, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

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Blank

Blank, just blank
Was how I felt when that bitch kicked me out
But it grew into something else,
Just like this page grew words
And I wanted to…
Really
Blacken her name
Her face
And make her feel. Heartless whore
And I swam back to blank

 
 

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Sedation

I’m feeling stale my darling, stale. And I just don’t know what to do about it. The earth is crumbling, countries at war and yet I’m bored. Just bored.

 

I can’t tell you what to do

 

But you can, I’m happy to follow, be guided, be blind. Anything to just stop this feeling.

 

How do you feel?

 

Uncomfortable

 

That will be the coffee, you know it makes you itchy

 

But it’s more than that. Can’t I just sleep forever? Everything seems such a chore. I’m not sure who to blame

 

Yourself

 

It can’t be me, it’s not my fault

 

Yes it is

 

Well how can you say that, you see how everyone else gets the breaks. God, if only there was someone to guide me, GOD, ARE YOU THERE? See, nothing. I’ve been forgotten

 

The only thing you’ve forgotten is rationality, you can’t expect things to be given to you, handed on a golden platter with fat free pizza, dancing reindeers and a fucking gallon of hangover free beer.

 

but…

 

It’s your life, your responsibility and you put yourself where you are now. Sooner you work that out the sooner you might get off your ass and deal with your own life.

 

… but…
Stay where you are then, it won’t get better, you’ll just get bitter. Enjoy your sedation.

 

 
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Posted by on January 16, 2015 in flash fiction

 

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